Abigail’s Second Life

Carrying the delicious food to Sage's room, Abigail deliberately paid attention to the faces of the bodyguards. It is just the beginning...

As Sage, who was in a vegetative state, regained a bit of consciousness under the effect of the medicine developed by Martin, she still needed assistance to move around. Even her meals took her a long time to eat.

The dish Abigail made this time involved soaking rice for two hours, smashing it to make soup, and scooping out the large grains of rice while cooking. The soup base was completely mushy and combined with high-quality ingredients to emit a tantalizing aroma.

Sage lay on the bed. She struggled to see what Abigail was carrying.

Seeing Sage's eyes moving, Abigail immediately said to Martin beside her, "Her eyes moved!"

"It's because your food smells too good. She hasn't eaten much for a long time, and she's craving it." Martin smiled and injected the medicine into her body.

With his help, Abigail helped Sage sit up.

Sage's throat rolled as she always wanted to see what Abigail had cooked.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Abigail picked up the bowl, cooled it down, and brought it to Sage's mouth.

Sage swallowed, and as Abigail fed her the food, tears welled up in her eyes.

It seemed like she had suffered a great grievance, but good food always had the power to heal the heart.

Abigail slowly fed her until Sage finished the meal, feeling that her mood was much better.

After Sage lay down, Abigail left with a tray of dishes. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Martin followed her.

was going on with Sage, neither

to why the Simpson Family's mercenary group had saved Sage, the two of them also

about leaving, but at the moment,

bodyguards on both sides of the corridor, and they hardly dared to communicate their

the kitchen and have something to eat. I

to eat with us," Martin

visibly aged recently and couldn't

to this

help but think that in the past, the beauties in TV dramas, because they were so beautiful, were fought over by

of them brought Andrew

sat down at the kitchen table

soup; his mood had been

can we leave?" Andrew asked Martin. The initial excitement had faded, leaving in its wake only

glanced at Martin but

answer might be that they had no chance of leaving at

once Sage was cured, but who knew

but we might have to stay here for a long time," Martin

here was tight, and their daily activities were limited. It was easy to feel bored and frustrated

used to watch TV, but now there was

even the delicious

and glanced at the counter, looking at Abigail. "Is there

from the pot,"

something. It's not for me to